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There was an event that will always stick in my mind and
I never fully understood until I was an adult. I think I was in 9th or
10th grade and wanted a pair of Vidal Sassoon jeans so badly. I begged
and pleaded for them and told her I was the only kid in school that
didn't have them.
Mom made a lot of my clothes when I was younger.
Well, she took me to the mall (we never, ever went to
the mall) and, yes, she bought me my designer jeans. I remember her
telling me that this was just between us and I was not to mention this
to my dad.
I was cool with that. I'm sure the money came out of a
bill that was due or grocery money for the week.
Thanks for the jeans, Mom.. I get it now.
Happy Birthday and may the Universe lay a gift at your
feet.
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